I can remember back to the time when the streetlights, which seemed quite dim and few and far between, had to be switched on just before dark. A man rode round on a bike, with a long pole with a sort of hook on the end. This enabled him to reach up and switch on the lights.
Do you remember when we got the new amber coloured streetlights?
At Tawd Bridge we had a very small but very pretty front garden with a lovely collection of dahlias. Dad and I were very fond of them and proud of our little colourful display.
Up in Grimshaw Lane, my Nana had a row of potted geraniums in her front window, of which she was equally proud.
On the night that they first switched on the new amber street lights, all the dahlias and all the geraniums just lay down. Like somebody had knocked them flat! (Sort of like a crop circle!)
I think they eventually recovered, but for that first night it was really wierd.